Leap
The last sigh,
Of an intricate mind.
The last sound,
Of a deaf voice.
The last breath,
Of a broken heart.
The last equation,
Of an alzeimered brain.
The last flight,
Of a tarnished wing.
The last touch,
Of a lepered hand.
All propel another realm
Of some things which begin
Where many others end.
1 comment:
i read the fine print after this brilliant piece of art and it reads 8: 17 am.. i am speechless, how do you come up with something like this when the rest of our time zone is probably having their first garam chai ki pyali?.... neways would love to read more of your spellbinding poetry... cya soon hopefully.. take care and best of luck for ur exams..
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